I do not own Skip Beat!
Thank you Yoshiki Nakamura for all of your incredible talent.
Chapter 5: Is This Real
"I love you. I never wanted to hurt you." He repeated as he felt her rise from the seat next to him and expected her to move away from him, to run crying or, to at least sputter in shock. Instead he felt her small soft hand caress his cheek and jaw. He felt her small body move closer to him and he heard her angelic voice tell him, "That's all I ever wanted to hear from you." as she pulled him to look into her uncloaked molten gold eyes. He froze as she mesmerized him with her languid cat-like gaze.
"Kyoko, I didn't tell you because I was ashamed of what I am. I don't deserve you." he continued as he brushed the stray hairs from her neck.
"If it's about the accident, I already know. Why don't you let me decide whether or, not you're good enough for me? Why won't you let my heart make that decision?" She whispered to him gently.
"But..." She silenced him with a gentle kiss.
"No. I'm grateful to your friend. He gave you to me. He gave your parents a loving son that feels he's unworthy when he's not. He prevented a kind soul from being ripped from this world. Just accept his gift and stop bearing this false blame. You weren't behind the wheel of that car and you didn't force him into the street. All you did was go after the one that had threatened you and those that were dear to you. I can't say that I wouldn't have done the same." She told him as she laced her fingers with his. "Please stop torturing yourself and be with me." She pleaded.
He reached and pulled her close to him, holding her tightly. Her scent finally clearing his mind washing away all of the bad memories.
Her kiss was like a long drink of refreshing cool water to a dying man in the desert. Her soft velvety lips quenched his thirst and her silken touch sent traces of fire deep beneath his skin scorching his soul. For the first time in many years he was able to lose himself in the liquid gold that was her eyes. Was this really happening to him or, was it just another ethereal dream? Would this angel evaporate into the mists of dawn like she had for so long since they had been separated or, would she remain? The sweet taste of her skin lingered. Her mouth left traces of fire down his neck and on various spots of his bare chest. This was almost too much.
"Kyoko." He whispered to her in passion.
She gently placed her small hand over his mouth. "You're the only man allowed to call me that." Her eyes smoldered with desire as she told him.
"I love you." he breathed into her ear as his lips gently traced down her neck to the soft supple mounds that protected her sweet loving heart as her silken robe fell from her shoulders to rest at her waist where it was tied. Her neck extended and her back arched as he held her close to him both grinding into each other, feeling the passion with the intensity of a thousand white hot suns in their hearts.
"I love you Kuon." she told him as she traced her fingers over his lips and onto his cheek before kissing him passionately again. "Take me." she panted into his hot ear, her heady scent wrapped around him and pulled him into another world made of nothing but bliss as she unbuckled his belt and freed him from his zipper then dipped her delicate hand in to massage the beast hidden within, sending torrents of pleasure shooting up his spine.
"Is this what you want?" He whispered and panted in a sexy low growl as he grasped her hips firmly and ground into her through their remaining clothing.
"Uhn." She moaned breathlessly as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. "More, please." She begged.
"Are you sure?" He asked seductively as he nibbled, licked and sucked gently with one hand exploring its way from her hip, to her back, past her thigh and under her, grazing her achingly hot femininity through her soft silk panties with his fingertips, sending shocks of pleasure to her very core.
"I need you." He gently moaned into her ear as he traced his way back up her neck with feathery kisses.
She nodded and gave a little "Mmm." as she pulled his head tighter to her.
Standing with her stockinged legs wrapped around him, he carried her to the bedroom to give her the pleasure that he had waited almost five years to give to her. Never again would he hold back with this goddess, she would receive his full attentions.
"Please be gentle." She whispered nervously as he placed her on the bed, "It's my first time."
He shook off the surprise and asked, "Are you sure you want this?".
"More than anything." She told him caressing his face gently with her fingertips ghosting over his lips.
In a flurry of passion the last remaining articles of troublesome coverings were removed to be replaced with hands, lips and tongues, touching, kissing and tasting every inch, every hidden sensitive spot. A thumb grazed, fingers dipped, moans of ecstasy escaped. Senses were heightened to notice every tiny pant, every smell, every taste of sweat-kissed skin and every blush was noticed.
When she was fully prepared to his satisfaction, he entered slowly waiting for each tiny adjustment while analyzing her reaction. With one hand on her hip and the other holding her thigh to bring her close to him, he began to move in a rhythm that would bring her a slow building pleasure. He would occasionally adjust his position to hit a particularly sensitive spot that would bring her close and elicit screams and cause shivers to wash over her petite body. Many times over he would do this just to bask in her erotic display making it more intense for him. As he felt her warmth pulse around him, he could no longer hold back. His speed increased with fervor as they pulled each other over the edge and fell into the ocean of desire, lust and love that they had created. Both finding release in a single moment that cultivated from years of denial and restraint.
Falling to her side, he pulled her to him still shaking from the pleasure they had just experienced, he covered them with the sheet while showering her trembling body with gentle kisses. He tensed with a realization.
"Kuon, what's wrong?"
"Um, Kyoko.. I didn't use protection." He told her in a small voice filled with worry.
She giggled. "It's okay. I did."
He sighed with relief and kissed her then they drifted off to sleep with her snuggly wrapped in his arms. That night Rick would visit Kuon for the final time to hug him and tell him that he was proud. "You're not a chicken anymore." He smirked. A smile covered a sleeping Kuon's face as he found peace and slept like he hadn't in over ten years.
